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Erika liked to sit on my lap. I should have known it would lead somewhere.

We had both turned eighteen that year, met just before graduation, and agreed to see each other just before we each left for camp. I was off to music camp, as I was strongly into my violin; she played violin in the school orchestra too, but had other interests. She was a good soccer player and going to soccer camp, I was sort of a violin nerd (rarely went out), and we both certainly had never done anything.

Agreeing to see each other that summer was really unusual but opportune. I know now that she wanted to lose her virginity before college.

She was rather unabashed and outgoing and I was very shy. I was also tall (6'3") and had been called wiry. She was rather short, small, but - well, full figured on top. Her long, dark brown hair was wavy and very alluring. It was fun seeing someone special for a few weeks.

After going out, we would park in front of her house among the trees late at night. She liked it when, in the car, I would slide over away from the steering wheel (bench seats!). She would sit (bounce) on my lap, facing me, and in this position we could kiss easily, which we did at length. Later, she let me play with her breasts, first through her top, then underneath on bare skin. Sometimes she would even remove her bra and take her top off, leaving her naked from the waist up.

Having two large breasts this close to me was really stimulating. They looked beautiful - large, dark aureolas, and nipples that stood out as well as responded to fingers, hands and lips. I did enjoy touching and kissing them and making the nipples stand out. I could tell by her breathing that it was very stimulating.

And Erika really liked playing with my cock. It all started on the first "date," when she bounced on my lap and commented on my bulging groin. On a later night she unbuckled my pants and took out my cock; it was memorable.

"It's so big. I had no idea it would be so big! Are other guys this big?"

"I don't know; maybe not. You'll have to tell me after you've been with several guys next year in college."

"Hmm. Ok. Now, can I hold it?"

"Oh Şerifali Escort yes. Please." And after a moment "Ahhh."

As she stroked it, she asked, "Is it always this hard?" She then had a strange request.

"Will you play with it for me, like you do when you're home alone? I want to watch and see how to do it."

I said, "Oh, any way you play with it will be good."

"No, I want to watch you do it."

I managed, "Let me get this straight: You really want to watch me masturbate?"

"Yeah. And I want to see your cum. I've never seen it before."

"Hmm. OK, you can watch on one condition: that you kiss it. First, you need to slide off my lap." She thought about it and moved to the side, seemingly happy.

I pushed my shirt way up to bare my chest. She really liked my hairless chest and nipples and played with them often. I didn't want to shoot on my shirt.

I began to stroke using one hand. I tried to imagine that no one was watching, which was hard at first. I closed my eyes and imagined her breasts, which wasn't too difficult. Later, as I got into it, having her watch made me harder.

I jerked faster and faster using both hands. As I did my breaths got heavier and deeper and my legs and ass bucked. I felt that urge arriving. Finally, I halted my hand motions, as my whole body became stiff and my cock enlarged and pointed upward. I shouted, "I'm coming!" and shot in several long, hot spurts up to my chest and on my stomach. I shuddered.

Finally, my cock had become limp, and it now rested across my stomach.

Erika reacted "Oooh! That was amazing! And so much." I must have looked like I was in another world from the reaction on her face.

'Thanks for letting me watch." I had to admit, having someone watch was hot, and although I wouldn't have thought so, it was really stimulating.

She fumbled in her purse and came up with a handkerchief, which she used to clean me off - really carefully.

I told her, "There's no need to be so careful: there's much more where that came from." Obviously, she got the message (I thought).

Right away she started stroking Göztepe Escort my cock fast with both hands, making it hard again. I was tempted to tell her to wait a few minutes, but it felt so hot in her hands. I kept my eyes closed and focused on the feeling, and my cock did get hard again.

At first I felt her breath on my balls, then her lips on my cock. It felt really great. She first kissed the head, then down the shaft, using her lips and her tongue. Then she took the whole head in her mouth and took more and more as she went up and down with her mouth. I was in heaven. I instinctively put my hand on her head as she held the base of my cock.

Soon, I felt a familiar stirring and I moved her mouth aside. I erupted again all across my chest and it ran over her hand. This time, however, it was even stronger than before. We both were breathing heavily and enjoyed it completely.

I said "Let me do it for you too; let me make you come." I fingered her vagina and clit through her panties, pulling them aside, to her moans.

She sighed deeply and said, "Go inside! Use two fingers." Following her directions, I took her over the edge several times, and she bucked and squirmed while still on my lap, holding on to my shoulders. We both breathed heavily, exhausted.

The next night Erika wore a skirt. As we were getting into the car to first go out, she whispered to me, "I'm not wearing any underwear." I started to grow hard.

The best I could do was to whisper back to her, "I really want you." The movie was difficult to get through, thinking of the time to come.

That evening we parked as usual; I slipped across the seat. I knew this night was different because thing were not as usual. Instead of immediately jumping in my lap, kissing, and unfastening my pants, she pulled my pants and shorts down to my ankles and then she bounced in my lap.

"Are you sure?"

She kissed me deep, and said "Of course." She began to stoke me with both hands.

"Careful! I don't want to come too soon."

We kissed for a while as I massaged her breasts also. She removed her bra and top and I kissed both nipples; Ümraniye Escort I removed my t-shirt and it felt great: skin and having her bare ass on my thighs.

I ran my hand inside her skirt, ready to give her attention. But she just lifted her skirt, revealing a beautiful bush of dark hair - the same color as her head. It was narrowed, presumably to accommodate a bathing suit this summer. My hands went to her vagina and clit, and she sighed deeply.

My cock was pointing up; as I reached down for a condom in my pants pockets, she got a handkerchief that she put down on my lap.

And sitting on my lap, she inserted my cock - part way. There was some resistance, then it became easy. And it felt incredible. I hoped the feeling was good for her, then I looked at her face. She began to ride up and down, up and down, back and forth, slowly at first, then increasing in speed. It felt even more incredible and our breathing got deeper and faster.

She rode me to oblivion that night. I remember stiffening, and then enormous release that went on and on. We collapsed holding each other. After a time, she whispered, "That was great! Everything I imagined and more."

"Uh huh." I was still panting.

"I want to try it another way." She climbed off my lap and reclined across the car seat, inviting me to enter her again. "I want you in me. Now."

"First, I want to make you come another way." I moved down, breathing on her hair, then kissing her vagina and clit. She moaned deeply and her breathing became louder and faster.

Her orgasm was powerful and loud: her moans turned to whines and then cries. She raised her hips and shuddered, while I struggled to give her pleasure.

Then I moved to rest on my knees and one arm, trying to insert my cock; she helped with both hands. We found the right spot, and when I was in, she exclaimed "Oh, yes." I stroked and she bucked again. Again, I tried to fill her, going deep then pumping inside her.

We almost fell asleep in each other's arms when we realized that we needed to get dressed. I accompanied Erika to her door and we kissed.

We wouldn't see each other again. And although we had known each other's schedule and we knew we were going to different universities far apart, it was still hard. We wrote some that fall, though each was busy with new friends. Though we may have moved on, we'll always retain that special attachment because it was our first.